A morbid fascination   With all things in extreme   The limited sports   Will leave a spot on me   Early in the morning   I give it up for sleep   I'm going to need attention   But all I hear is my heart beat      Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh      His spastic aspirations   Would make a man out of me   Bleeding from his brain, Such sensitivity   Monsters of the present   Are the Monsters of the past   Took a look in your lyric book   Your head's right up your arse      Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh      It's unbelievable   The way you've got it all   It seems too probable   Oh, Oh      The Inner-city fauna   Is crawling round your feet   a morbid fascination with all things in extreme   a limited sport will leave its spot on me   early in the morning, i've given up on sleep   i'm in need of attention, but all i hear is my heart beat      his spastic aspirations will make a man of me   brought him for displaying such sensitivity   monsters of the present are the monsters of the past   took a look in your lyric book, your head's right up your arse      it's unbelievable, the way you got it all   it seems improbable      the inner city fauna is crying round your feet   i never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet   in perpetual fear of being swallowed whole   beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale